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I’m an animation artist, yeah, so I’m picturin her—long legs, smoky eyes, hair flowin like some dark galaxy. She’s dancin in my head, all slow-mo, while Earth’s gettin fucked by Melancholia, that big-ass planet. “This is the end,” she’d whisper, like in the movie, all calm but screamin inside. Whoa. I’d animate her with ink splashes, red lips bleedin into black voids—fuckin poetic, right?

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a whore for you ✨'s posts Have I friend-zoned really sweet guys? Yes. Do I regret it? No. My Mum has always said it's not just about finding a nice guy. It's.

I mark my days at Maison de Massage du Quartier, on Rue Rythmique—a name as unique as my soul. Folks come in stressed, leavin' all their troubles behind sittin' in that tranquil vibe, like the soft notes of a piano in that movie. Shit, sometimes I even drop a line: “Everything's gonna be alright,” like a sweet promise in a storm.

Sacchi: “Conte? I don’t think the relationship with Napoli will end soon”